I watch as a the village grabs the rocks from the pile that the children had made before the village had started this year's lottery. Everyone grabs hand pulls of rocks or a few big ones, ready to stone me to death. I'm terrified, and have no idea where you are. Are you going to kill me, too?

"Stop it! Please, don't! You don't have to do this!"

I sob, but I'm already surrounded, and people have started throwing the rocks hard. One hits me square in the lip and slices it, making me bleed.